The Cost of Wonder

In the stories I read and the stories I write, the world is a place steeped in magic and there are things beyond the ken of the average human being. The world is beyond the explanation of science and reason and what is seen is only the skin of the universe and beneath that is the space between worlds.

I populate that space with monsters and I’m not the only one. Horror writers, fantasy writers, the writers who wrote our first stories filled that abyss with creatures that would drive a body insane. It would break someone’s mind to see the things that the outer reaches of reality would contain.

Let’s assume that was true. Let’s assume that the world we live in and breathe in and take in is deeper than comprehension. Let’s assume that there are wonders that you cannot imagine. It’s beyond your physiology to imagine. There are wonders….

Assume the potential cost is your sanity. Assume that searching for these dark and wonderful and awful places could cost you your peace of mind and your ability for a good night’s sleep. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s likely. You will see a non-Euclidean geometry that will bend your mind’s rational thought unto the breaking point.

Imagine it anyway. Try to imagine it. Fill your mind’s eye with sights unseen and unheard and unthought.

Now, the question is, would you pay the cost? Would you risk it all to know that the world is less than solid? Would you risk everything for a glimpse of wonder?

-D-